The Bug

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It has been a while, my friends. So… much has happened; many of us now know someone who has it. Maybe one of the quarter-million people who have died won’t sit at your table ever again, meet for a scotch, or play a round of golf. I wish the best to all of you and hope I’m able to distract you for a few minutes. RJC.

“You doing breakfast, Big A?” Brice asked.

“Big A, is it?” I confirmed as he blew me a nose hit. I’m not used to waking up this way; hope I won’t need detox when this is all over.

I took some tinder and got a fire going in the stove when Chance came in. “You doing breakfast, A?”

“I’ll do my special scrambled eggs.”

“We’re out here if you need any help,” and my tall naked friend went to sit next to my muscled friend on the deck.

“We can go down to the lake and wash. It’ll take a few for the stove to get hot.” And I moved to the door.

Like last night I listened to them behind me, “He does have a fine ass.” Came from Brice.

“Problem is; he knows it.” Fell from Chancellor.

“He didn’t have to show us those vids. It wasn’t like he was bragging or anything; we called him on it.”

‘Damn rights you did, I thought.’

“Julie doesn’t even know how lucky she was getting banged by him, well at least being able to suck his cock.”

‘Damn rights she doesn’t,’ I thought about ten feet in front of them.

“If he hadn’t needed to pee this morning I would have sucked him. I mean you already did.”

‘Damn rights you would have my strong friend,’ I thought.

“Fuck,” I said walking into the water.

“We didn’t bring towels but I brought body wash.” Chance announced walking in behind me.

It was a three-way washing. My balls were resting on the water, Chance was in a little over knee deep, Brice was up to his belly button. I will say we all got clean with hands roaming over another naked guy. As best I could tell we weren’t gonna start anything until after breakfast.

The day before yesterday we arrived, jacked off not long after. C showed us what he could do, and Brice told us a couple of girls had laughed at his dick. That is downright mean!

If you really thought about it? We were all, fucked up. My folks had money, Brice had a drunk for a dad that pushed him too hard. Chancellor bounced back and forth between his mom and dad; they’d been separated for a while.

I did what I wanted with no supervision. My parents were too self-absorbed to care what I did as long as nothing made it back to them. It’s not like I was flunking or anything. I had a girlfriend and played baseball. I was good.

My friend, the one who ducks under doorways is another story. He really hadn’t grown in the last four years. Even for his height, he couldn’t have been 200 pounds. I’m sure since the time he was ten; it was basketball. But with all he had, I felt sorry for him. It couldn’t have been easy as tall as he was.

I dished up my special scrambled eggs, toast with jelly, and Tang. They thought it was orange juice. “You pulled the roosters out; right?” Came from Chance.

“Sorry dude. The rooster is definitely scrambled in.” And I don’t think they got it as I had to turn and hide my smile. Protein is protein.

I watched them watch each other eat. Our hair was still wet, feet and knees touched under the table, and they didn’t even look at me. There was something going on between them; you’d have to be blind not to see it.

I picked up my plate and without them even noticing, walked to the front porch. I remembered what my Dad told me. I looked out to that one lone tree; I knew what was there. I thought about the front door and what was under the rug I walked over coming out here and finished my breakfast in silence.

They were still dreamy-eyed watching each other eat. I set down my plate, grabbed my shoes, and walked naked into the woods. Now, I knew that if I had the opportunity to be with just Chancellor; like be with him, I’d take it. I didn’t begrudge them this time. But it felt kind of lonely.

I got to the bottom of the hill taking a right at the lake following it around some ways. I could hardly see the cabin from my vantage, but I could see the guys in camo across the lake and others in hazmat suits.

I stayed as they set up equipment; a listening device, maybe. I thought about my friends wondering if they were being loud. I hoped not. I made my naked way back around the lake and up to the cabin where I found them side by side getting stoned. Should have known.

“There he is,” B said to C. ‘Where did you go?”

“For a walk. We need to get dressed. I want to go to the other side of the lake. I saw some guys doing stuff.”

“Stuff? What were they doing, Addam?” And he did the eyebrow thing.

“Grab your nuts, Dude. Get dressed.”

I told them to be quiet. It was a listening device, solar with a little dish. Someone was looking for us, or someone. I feared they were looking for us. I was hush talking to them through my hand. I told them to brush the ground as I walked up tipping the little dish raking my knife across the back like bear claws. It only bought us a night.

I wouldn’t tell them all of it until I was sure. It bought us the night, maybe two. I knew what the marrow would bring and enjoyed them not knowing.

Chancellor was in the middle after dinner, Brice would be the first and I would get his seconds. It was difficult staying hard knowing we might die tomorrow, or maybe the day after, but I did get off.

Being on the outside I didn’t rouse them as I watched the men through the binoculars resetting the station and setting traps. I watched as they backed away and others set the mines around their treasure. Fuck.

I shook them both awake covering their lips with my fingers. “Guys,” I said in little more than a whisper.

Fuck! It was time. I motioned with my head to the door and pulled the rug in front of it. I entered my birthday and the door lifted like the crypt for a king and the lights came on. I held my finger out so they wouldn’t talk knowing they wanted too as I closed the door.

I put my hand out to stop them and they stopped stone cold. I fired up the radio, tuned it in, and spoke into the mic with a shaky voice, “This is, A-One, do you copy?” And I waited. “This is A-One, do you copy?”